"What is polyester?" I held the chalk, pausing on the blackboard.

I really couldn't write "polyester," so I could only wait anxiously. I heard the clacking sound of high heels, and I knew she was slowly approaching me.

A strong force grabbed my shoulder and turned me around to face her.

A strong and pungent perfume hit me, and I could see her heavily lined eyes that were as oily and dark as petroleum.

"You spend the whole day not studying. What are you thinking?"

"You're the troublemaker in the class."

Insults like bullets kept spewing out of her mouth. She grabbed my arm and twisted it, turning it purple.

But I felt relieved. Although it seemed like this teacher was targeting me, being scolded was still better than being dead.

She scolded me for more than ten minutes, and a sense of superiority rose in her eyes as she condescendingly allowed me to return to my seat.

As I left the podium, I couldn't help but turn back and saw a giant green demon pressing on her shoulder.

Its withered hand was adorned with various precious jewels, and its long nails pressed against the female teacher's chest.

While I was looking at it, the demon was also looking at me, revealing its bloodstained, sharp fangs.

I was so scared that I ran back to my seat, bowing my head and not daring to look again. A hoarse and eerie voice echoed in my ears, and I knew it was the demon.

"You have violated taboos, and you will die tonight. I will hang you from the ceiling beams, and no one will heed your cries for help."

Help me. How can I control myself from being asked or not asked. I tried to prevent myself from listening to those words, but my mind involuntarily kept thinking.

What should I do? What should I do? Then I remembered that notebook, perhaps I could find a way to escape from there.